Your father was killed by the Tatars
and revenge you would have for starters
you killed your own brother
which must have sadden your mother
At 17 you lead your very own army against your foes
this makes me want to lick your toes
conquering the world is hard work
but from it you did not shirk
you became the Khan of Khans
and all over you I want to fawn
together we could rule your empire
for my heart burns with an unquenchable fire
for you and only you make me quake
and wish for a small spank
Oh dearest Ghengis Khan
will you let me bare your spawn?